It was a usual morning and after breakfast he went to get ready in the bedroom. Where I was lying on one side of the bed. Looking at him, my mind started searching for old memories, how he used to pick me in his hands and in return how I would put my arm around his neck. But not anymore.
These are old sweet memories. But now, I am getting old. I am getting older every day every second. Just like a flower loose its fragrance after one night, I think my night is getting over. I cannot help it, can I? I would really want to. I want to be loved as old days. I want to be chosen before he choose anything else. I am with him, since very long. This is how she should be treating me now?
As I am getting old, I am becoming insecure. Last week he went out with a new one and yesterday he bring another. I want to stop him, I have even told him that he shouldn't do this and I will be with him forever, but he didn't replied. He remain silent all the time. I talk to him and assume what answer he might give. How long it will go like that I really don't know.
I wish I could divorce him and move on but who will keep me now. Oh! Why am I getting old. This new one that he bring yesterday, teased me. Yes of course she is younger than me. More beautiful too.
As I was thinking all this to myself, he picked the new tie and kept around his neck. While I am lying on bed. I used to be his favorite tie. I am getting punished for loving a human and getting old, both of the things cannot be either helped by me or anyone else. First because I am a tie. Second because people cannot listen to me.